(Pfft no worries xD They ain't fixin to hijack a plane, sooo... o.O And I get that, I could put off procrastinating I'm so good at it xD

I don't gots nothing to play it on, so I consider you lucky x3)

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"Good thing I don't take suggestions," Norrie replied. Unless one was paying for it. Then she may consider it. Ten bucks to think about doing something stupid. Fifty to think harder. Two hunnerd to actually do it. No, more like three. Depends on what the paid suggestion was.

"Ohmygod," She sighed. He was turning out to be DELIGHTFUL. Yeah. That was definitely the word she was thinking. "Sure. You'll be the one to take him to the hospital though, okay?" Jackson looked mighty frightened by this - well, he had already, now he just looked more so - and asked, "That's where the doctors are, right?" Norrie gave him an are-you-fucking-serious-right-now look before saying, "No, Jackson, it's where the lawyers are." She paused, then added, "Yes a hospital is where the doctors are, dammit." He just looked down at his hands sheepishly.

"Definitely below. I could provide you with no food or water and not even Animal Control would do anything about it," She replied. Then again, they were fucking useless, especially when it came to larger animals like horses. Oh, it's two hundred pounds underweight with no shelter and in desperate need of a vet? We-ell, it's got access to food and water, it ought to be fine!

"Oh, are you trying to tell me your balls hurt and you've been experiencing a pus-like discharge?" She asked patronizingly. Hey, if his balls didn't hurt, Norrie could fix that EASILY and would enjoy doing so. "I dunno, a lot of people avoid directly looking at the homeless, I figure that'd work for you too," She said. It was weird, people treated homeless folks like the sun; always there, but it'd hurt to look directly at it.

"Uh-huh. Sure as hell sounds more like a pity title, given your average treatment," She snorted. "With no due respect, that's none of your goddamn business." Now, one could possibly argue that it might be his business and she was just being an asshole, and they may be right. Did she care, though? No siree Bob.

"Bingo. I'm already suppressing the urge as it is," She snorted. He was... okay enough to look at, she supposed. Could certainly be worse. He could be ugly AND dumb. Like Jackson, who'd apparently been out sick during middle school Sex Ed. Or ran out screaming and covering his eyes, then stayed home 'sick' the next few weeks. Although... she wasn't sure he'd even GONE to school. No way he had, given his lack of lights upstairs. (New favorite quote omg. My grandpa's version was Now I lay me down to sleep, with a bag of peanuts at my feet. If I die before I wake, I'll know it's from a stomach ache xD)

"I know," She agreed quietly. Jackson was probably giving her a hurt or confused look, maybe both, but she didn't care. It was his fault, anyway.

"Hm. Funny thing about German is it sounds like english, just drunk and with a funny accent," She snickered. Honestly though, there were enough borrowed words and similarities that one could read a line of text and sort of understand the general theme of it.

"So, I think the best thing we can do is find whatever flight's heading to Germany, assert dominance, and fly first-class. Any objections?" She asked, grabbing her Tommy-gun from where it sat next to Jackson, and while he didn't object, he did ask, "Whaddaya need that for?"

Norrie just smirked and replied, "Dominance, Jackson. Dominance. Now let's go. You too." She directed the last sentence to Axl. Also partly for asserting dominance, partly so she didn't have to come back and get him. "Come along children, we've got work to do," She said, getting out, locking the dope-ass whip, and heading toward the building that was their gateway to Germany.

Inside, they were greeted by the low morale and hustle 'n bustle of the crowded space, people trying to make it to their terminals on time and others arguing with TSA agents over god knows what, pocket knives they forgot they had, not-totally-frozen water bottles, aerosol cans. Very few people actually took notice, other than some employee who probably noticed the a) lack of luggage, b) military officials, and c) dude with literal fucking horns.

"Do you.. need anything?" They asked quizzically.

"As a matter of fact we do. Any flights leaving for Germany in the next, oh, 12 hours?" Norrie asked in return.

"Y-yeah, one, departures in... an hour. May I ask what for?"

"Permission denied. Classified business. We just need to be on that plane, no questions asked. Those're my orders," Norrie replied evenly, then added, "Oh, and first class if possible."

"I see. Terminal 3B, tell them what you told me," The employee said. They kept glancing from Norrie's gun to Axl and back again.

"Thanks, you've done your country a good deed. God bless America," She said, already heading where the employee said.

Upon reaching the gate, the attendant there was a little less of a pushover. It took a bit of back-and-forth, and a comment about how the attendant was going against direct government orders, but Norrie was able to get them to talk to some supervisor or whatever bullshit they had to do, but eventually Norrie won. Of course she did. Axl's presence may have helped, plus the fact she was really fucking good at arguing. They'd agreed to first-class seats, mainly due to availability, and that was a huge bonus. Another bonus, they got to board first, which was great because it gave Jackson time to gape at the fucking blacktop and then proceed to yap to some poor flight attendant about anything and everything.

(Tis lookin' good.

I am lucky, then xD. With our 25 year old Wii 0.o)

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"Good thing for YOU. Disappointing for me." Axl sighed. He totally would've paid to see that if he wasn't so broke he could fit all his money in the Louis Vuitton Microscopic Handbag. HE was totally try and punt an adult, cause if he did it right, he'd likely end up wearing them as a sock instead, and they'd definitely have a broken back. "Um, no, the second part of that was not a hospital. It was feed them crayons then tear them open to see if the crayons colored their insides." He corrected mildly, sounding as unconcerned and nonchalant as possible, then throwing a lazy smile at Jackson. "That's where you will likely be if you keep opening your mouth." He replied with a sweet tone, but his words weren't really the sweetest ever. The guy would likely just have an inflamed throat and bruising from some partial strangling because Axl had AMAZING self control. As seen from the fact he wanted NOTHING more than to rip out Jackson's tongue right now, and he hadn't laid a claw on the guy. "Animal Control doesn't do anything about actual ANIMALS, what do you think they'd do for a hybrid?" He asked drily. Jack shit, that's what. "Not the part you were supposed to latch onto, complete sarcasm, and for some reason I'm starting to feel, oh I dunno, like I don't ever really want to hear the words 'your balls' exit YOUR mouth anymore pertaining to me." He wrinkled his nose slightly. Moooost people would be a little uncomfortable with this conversation, he WASN'T, he just didn't appreciate it because if he said the wrong thing, she'd give him a reason to say his balls hurt. "I still don't understand why that is. Not that I would, with having less experience in being a selfish jerk like humans." If he was talking to another hybrid, he treated them as complete equals. For humans? They weren't more important than him, nor less important, in his view. They were in a category all by themselves. Labeled Kill Most. "I know it doesn't make any damn sense, and I will reiterate... believe it or not... but it is the truth." Command Sergeant Major, true as he called himself Axl. "Usually your ranks would literally be on your uniform for all to see and I don't see how it makes any difference so thanks, asshole." He rolled his eyes. "Unless you're just unhappy because I actually DO outrank you. If I'm E9, then the only rank higher would be Sergeant Major. What have you achieved, hmmm? I bet Jackson's, like, an E5." He snorted. "Maaaaybe E6, but that would be pushing it." He couldn't imagine that numbskull clawing his way that far up.

"Pooooor baaaaby. Keep complaining and maybe I can make my face a LITTLE less gross." Axl scoffed in a mocking tone, dark eyes flashing. (I am using that for laughs xD)

It was good that she agreed, otherwise he'd really wonder what was wrong. "It sounds like someone extremely drunk was trying to sound Scottish while talking like a bear or a flippin' caveman." It was an extremely guttural language with a lot of air movement. "I can help with the asserting dominance." He bared his fangs in what could've been a grin. Maybe. Closely passable. As soon as she said 'you too', he gave her an incredulous look. "Whaaat? Me too? I thought you brought me here so I could guard the humvee while you flew to Germany. I didn't think I'd actually be COMING. Ohmygosh, I didn't pack or ANYTHING." He gasped in an overly sarcastic tone, getting out with a roll of his eyes. That was a pathetic attempt on HER part.

This time, Axl kept his head high and observed the airport over everyone's heads, one hand in his pocket curled around his wings and the other swinging easily at his side. He smirked as the employee walked over, but didn't bother speaking- that was Norrie's job. He was assessing for threats. His nose twitched and ears swiveled slightly as he listened and scented the air, taking in his surroundings little bit by little bit. The next employee he may have flashed a smile, then entered the plane with his silent stride. By instinct, he fell back behind both Norrie and Jackson, constantly glancing around. He was officially in his second favorite mode ever. Soldier. His favorite was 100 percent Terrifying Monster Hybrid. That's when he got to rip people in half. When they did finally get to their seats, he waited in the aisle. "I ain't sittin' in the middle, thank you VERY much, so have fun you two."

"How sad inded." Axl nodded, ignoring her flat tone. He was VERY disappointed that he didn't get to watch her break a bone. Or two. Maybe. If he was lucky. Which he wouldn't be. "Who SAYS? Have you tried it?" He huffed. "Plus I'm okay with that change of plans. I would appreciate watching him blow a rainbow crap just as much as tearing him open." he shrugged. Both options worked well enough for him.

"Uh huh. Humans are evil creatures, I get it. In my opinion, I'm too good to be either human or animal." He sniffed. Completely not fair. Though he still didn't have to follow eithers rules. If only humans had been smart enough to make beings that couldn't retaliate, hmm?

He gave her an evil side eye as she spoke, shaking his head. "The next time you assault my balls I will cause you harn, mkay?" No idle threat. He was fully prepared to knee her in the stomach, and although it might not be as damaging, it would still hurt. Not that he ever WANTED children, but he did want to reserve the ABILITY to have children, thankyouverymuch.

"Maybe they should be uncomfortable. They need to get flippin' jobs, not allow themselves to be limp noodles." He snorted. If he was dumped on the street right now, with nothing, HE'D be fine, so why couldn't people do the same thing?

"An annoying asshole." Axl looked down his nose at her, wrinkling it slightly. "That holds no regard for others whatsoever." He sniffed. Not that that would stop her. She likely took it as a compliment. He didn't care much. "Ohhmygod shithead I KNOW I HAVE ACCESS TO ALL THAT INFORMATION BUT I WANTED TO BE POLITE AND ASK AND NOT JUST PRY INTO EVERYTHING I WANTED." He copied her but with a mocking tone, baring his teeth slightly. "You want to see me use my information? Huh? Well, Eleanor Calvert, it's interesting that you can speak both French and Latin. Fluently, I suppose? You're 23 years old, born 05/17/02, 5'9, aaaaand usually hang around 154 pounds." His eyes scanned the retina screen as he spoke before the green text flashed away. "In your drivers license picture you look PISSED; is that just your normal face?" Axl scoffed, shaking his head.

(Ah, something I CAN help you with. E meaning Enlisted - E2 would be Mosquito wings, or Private, E3 Private First Class, E4 Corporal, E5 Sergeant, E6 Staff Sergeant, E7 Sergeant First Class, E8 Master Sergeant and First Sergeant, E9 Sergeant Major and Command Sergeant Major. Those are lowest to highest of the Enlisted, plus Sergeant Major of the Army which is a fancy higher rank. Want the Officer ranks, too? XD)

"I don't expect you to salute, I EXPECT to get to sit in the passenger seat." He huffed. That was really all he wanted and the entire point of this conversation. "Sounds like it wouldn't fix the problem." He replied smugly, looking pleased at her annoyed look. Score.

"It is a very aggressive language, and that's why I love it. Even saying 'I love it' sounds like you're threatening their lives." He grinned wolfishily. That way even if he did give someone a compliment it would sound like an insult so all would be okay. "You can't drag my ass ANYWHERE if I didn't walk with you." He barked a laugh.

Observing the mostly empty plane, he found a seat tucked into the very back corner away from everyone else where he could keep an eye on the whole plane without anyone behind him. It was practically programmed into his mind to do weird things like this, but it was one thing he wouldn't change. He appreciated the soldier like mentality. It was much easier not to get snuck up on.

"No, but I just so happen to think of random shit when I can't sleep and then I google it," Norrie retorted, and just to prove a point had to get out her phone and ask poor google if someone eats crayons, will it color their innards? Thus she recited the result: "Eating crayons is generally not harmful, as they are made from non-toxic materials like paraffin wax and pigments. However, consuming crayons can lead to some mild digestive issues such as an upset stomach, diarrhea, or even a laxative effect. Interestingly, the pigments in crayons can sometimes cause colorful bowel movements, but they won't actually color the internal organs. It's more of a temporary and harmless side effect." So there ya have it. Rainbow shit but not rainbow guts. She about choked trying to suppress a laugh at that unexpected blow a rainbow crap, and opted not to say anything more on the matter due to the presence of a horrified Jackson.

"Well guess what mister, I don't care about your opinion, and I don't remember asking you a goddamn thing," She shot back. He was definitely not too good to be human or animal. He could be a fucking crash test dummy for all Norrie cared.

"Not at all noted, kitty," She snorted. If she hit him hard enough he wouldn't really be able to retaliate, so there.

"First off, seeing homeless makes the 'normal people' uncomfortable, second, try telling a meth addict covered in tattoos to get a job," She snorted. Yeah... not the kind of person anyone wanted to hire. Or the kind of person seeking a job. Unless the New York Meths were becoming a baseball team.

"That's me," Norrie said, grinning almost evilly. She did in fact take it as a compliment, thanks.

"It's polite? Wowie, it's a miracle!" She exclaimed with an exaggerated gasp. "Does it also tell you that I enjoy long walks on the beach?" She asked. She didn't particularly like the use of her actual first name, but she'd walked into that one. "It's called Resting Bitch Face, so yes," She snorted.

(Hmm, I see. That leads me to my next question regarding Norrie's rank... >>; And side question why the FUCK do the army, air force, marines, navy, and coast guard get different titles for like the same thing o.O)

"Being outta a cage and a muzzle's spoiled you," Norrie muttered, not bothering to be quiet enough to be sure he didn't hear. He could EXPECT all he wanted, she wasn't gonna bend to his every whim and wish.

"Really? Because if I can't see your ugly mug, that's ONE problem solved," She retorted. Just ignore the myriad of other problems and all was well.

"It makes it hilarious to watch two Germans argue; even when they've made up it still sounds like arguing," Norrie agreed. It was entertaining, which meant she'd probably be walking around with a bag of popcorn and a folding chair in case anything interesting broke out. "Is that a challenge?" She asked. She'd gladly hogtie that bastard and drag him through gravel, actually.

"That is very VERY specific random shit. I am 98 percent sure you've tried it." Axl eyed her with a slight snort. "One does not just suddenly think: I wonder what would happen if I ate crayons? Let's google it!" One could suddenly think that, but it was highly unlikely that she would think it, do it, then it would come up in this conversation however many weeks later. He huffed quietly as she recited it from her phone, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "Okay fine. Still a good reason to feed Jackson crayons. Then again, I'm starting to wonder if I do want to see rainbow crap." Honestly, it probably wouldn't be the prettiest sight in the world. He'd better stick with real rainbows. Then again, he didn't even like those that much.

"Well guess what miss, I wasn't talking to you and I don't give a flying rhinoceros derriere if you want my opinion or not. I can speak when I want to." He retorted, his gaze flicking to where a pigeon suddenly took off and flew away. Running his tongue over his fangs thoughtfully, he chuckled lowly at her words. "I may not be able to cause you harm right AWAY, I can tell what you're thinking, but believe me, it'll come later. I have patience." He would 100 percent wait till the right time. Even if it was a year later. Ifhe survived that long. He would be the type of person that waits until they're fighting next to each other in combat and purposefully NOT cover her- just so she gets shot. Hopefully not in a lethal spot, but it was a gamble.

"Well the meth addict got THEMSELF into that sticky situation, so they can shove it." He snorted. They deserved to be stared at and possibly ridiculed for letting it get this bad. Like, good night, DON'T get addicted to METH and MAYBE you could EAT SUPPER.

"Well SORRY that I thought you might appreciate the weird-ass hybrid not rummaging through classified digital files of you, guess I misread the situation." He stated flatly. Not only did he have access to a LOT of stuff, he also was an amazing hacker, so he could easily dig up more stuff. "I do know you're an only child, though. Guess my question about if you have siblings is out the window." He said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Good god she was impossible.

(I have no clue, believe me. I only did Army ranks, but we can switch it up if we want some Special Forces shit or somethin' in there. What have you decided Norrie's rank is?)

"Say that again and Jackson dies. He will crap all over your vehicle first, I will make sure it is bloody, and I will flee the scene so that you can be blamed for losing the hybrid as well." Axl bared his fangs. He was better than JACKSON and he ended up in the front seat ANYWAY so why the FLIPPIN HELL did she have to go there? Ouch. If he hadn't experienced comments like that every day of his life, it almost would've hurt.

"Lots more problems created, but sure, one problem solved. Good thinking, Nostradamus." He scoffed.

"Ich mag dich überhaupt nicht und bin froh, dass diese schöne Sprache so klingt, als würde ich dich beleidigen, denn das stimmt." Axl muttered, turning his attention to the next thing. "Yes, it can be. I'd LOVE to see you try." He grinned in his daring wolfish way, eyes glinting. "But don't blame me when there are casualties."

"Not me, I just watched a toddler gobble down a whole box of crayons like candy once and got to wondering," Norrie said. "You clearly don't know me very well." Sure, he could know everything ever recorded about her, but that wasn't exactly the random shit she wondered. "Ehh, it'll be mostly brown I imagine and not smell too pretty," She said, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Yeah, not worth it. Unless you fed him ONLY crayons and maybe glitter for a week.

"Uh-huh. Get to yapping too much and I'll shove one of Jackson's dirty socks down your gob, got that?" Norrie threatened. Not an empty threat either, she'd do it without hesitation. Axl could eat that nasty, sweaty, filthy wad of nylon and/or cotton.

"No the fuck you don't," She snorted. Besides, even if he WAS capable of patience, Norrie'd be ready. Ohhh yes. He wouldn't win that easily. He'd at least get sack-whacked first. Even still, that'd mean he lost. Sort of. Annd... no pain, no gain, right? Don't hurt your balls, you don't gain the sound of malicious laughter from those around you. And why WOULDN'T you want that?

"Exactly. Though if you've ever dealt with one, you'd know at least half of them don't WANT jobs or homes or anything. They're happy snortin' and huffin' shit on the sidewalks," She said, shaking her head. What a life. Whatever floats your boat, I suppose. Just stay outta the way; quit trying to get run over in the streets, dammit.

Norrie shrugged and said, "If it's easy to find it probably ain't classified- like my driver's license. Shit's easy to find." Even if it ain't so easy to find but still doable, then the government didn't do a good job of keeping it hidden. "Ayuh. My parents realized one of me was more than the world can handle," She said almost smugly. Yes, because that's a good thing. Something to be proud of.

(I think I know- everyone wants to feel special xD

Okay I have an idea, hear me out. You said' Axl's E-9. Let's say *1* below him JUST so he can be smug but not overly so, how's that? xD)

"Have at it," She shrugged, "I've been meaning to do some redecorating anyway." Yes, with shit and blood and Jackson's mutilated corpse. She could call it modern art and the humvee would be preserved in a museum for all to see. And smell.

"Okay, let's see. I put a burlap sack over your head. It's breathable, you don't die. I don't have to look at you. What problems are caused here?" Norrie asked. None. Unless maybe he got the idea to eat his way outta the sack.

She didn't bother even looking the slightest bit confused at his german words, instead replied with, "Je ne tiens vraiment pas à savoir ce que cela signifie, tu comptes très peu pour moi et je briserais volontiers tes membres." And since I'm nice: I don't really care to know what that means, you mean very little to me and I'd gladly break your limbs.

"Good. I'll just open the emergency exit real quick and deposit you safely onto the ground then," She said.

The flight attendants had begun their spiel about seatbelts and oxygen masks and life jackets, which Norrie only half-paid attention to, and then the plane was moving. As it took off, Norrie heard Jackson mumble wonderingly, "It's like the world is shrinking." Dumbass.

"See, I knew it wasn't a completely random thought. There was inspiration." Axl nodded curtly, then paused. "Did you wonder because you cared if the toddler died or for a different reason?" He finally asked with a wrinkle of his nose. Knowing her, she wondered just for the heck of it. He didn't do ANYTHING without a reason, but to her a reason meant her vaguely wanting to. "I kinda guessed that." Now, if you could get him blowin' out rainbow turds like a flippin' mythical unicorn, that'd be worth seeing indeed.

"You can try, but that will likely end badly for both of us." He snorted. Ew. He did not want anything having anything to do with Jackson being put anywhere near him, least of all his mouth. That single thought sent his mind crashing into the gutter, where it usually resided, but he ignored most of the turmoil of thoughts.

"Yeaahhh I think I will. I'll catch you completely off guard. I would wait years if I had to." If he survived that long and still knew where she was on the planet, he swore to the high heavens that he would snipe her leg or somethin'. He was a damn good aim with a rifle, and he could be a formidable foe. Especially when his balls were at risk, putting it simply.

"God is great... beer is good... and people are crazy. Cheers to Billy." He snorted in response. Something he did have extensive knowledge in were songs and artists, as he could access and listen to songs whenever he wanted. He had bargained to have a speaker installed in his arm somewhere - and hadn't killed a man since they did it - and surprisingly, they had left it there. Probably forgot about it. In any case, People Are Crazy by Billy Currington was the song he was referencing. He would never, EVER understand people. You could go get a job, buy food, have an apartment, live a normal life. OR you could get high for minutes at a time, die early, and suffer every second. Humans chose the latter quite a bit of the time.

"You're right, I didn't name the nitty gritty details of files I could've pulled up. My fault." Axl rolled his eyes. Impressively, there really wasn't too much to dig up on her. He had searched up some files as soon as he knew her name. He had done the same with Jackson and whoever else he could. He preferred knowing about his enemies before he had to fight them. "Believe me, sibling or not, they would NOT have had your personality. Yours is completely unique in every way." He scoffed. Which was a VERY good thing for every being on this forsaken planet.

(I like that idea xD. She could still be an E-9, just one rank below)

Meanwhile, while he was thinking about that, he did mentally glance at her rank, giving a little gasp of wickedly smug astonishment. "Ohmygoodnessgracious I was right! Again! You didn't want to tell me your rank because you ARE low than me!" Axl exclaimed, grinning wolfishly. "Never insinuate that Jackson is higher than me again and I will tone down the smugness." He added with an even more smug smile, looking as pleased as a viper as it watched its prey die of venom.

"Don't say that, I have recorded it already and will use it against you in the aftermath when you're asking me why I violently disembowled Jackson." He snorted. Have at it literally meant sure, dismebowel away.

"Question- why are you hauling my ass to Germany anyway? If you think stuffing my maw in a bag doesn't cause any problems, that means you don't need me, and I could be holed up in a cage somewhere wishing the guard would come into view so I could slice his throat with my wings." He inquired with a slight eye roll. He as well did not give signs of confusion at her words- mainly because he had a translater and understood what the heck she said. "If you'd gladly break my limbs- the feeling is mutual- WHY am I here." There were plenty of other places he could be trapped right now. Being annoyed by him sounded like something she would be forced to do.

Axl snorted again at her words, then threw Jackson an incredulous look, his ears twitching as he listened to the bloke mumbling. "Goddamn. Elmo is smarter than him. At least 10 times." He rubbed his temple before lacing his fingers together and resting them on his thigh, scanning the plane one more tone. He then closed his eyes, tilting his head back and exhaling. Time for some much needed rest. He would not fall asleep, but rest was appreciated.

"About as much inspiration as Picasso's self-portraits later in life, but sure," Norrie snorted. "Ehhhh I'd.. be lying if I said I really cared. Buuuut, my next query was if crayons tasted good, which led to me learning that edible crayons are a thing." That also ended up being Jackson's Christmas present. He enjoyed them quite a bit, actually. Norrie'd paired it with edible paper so Jackson got to eat whatever he drew.

"I can and I will, thanks," She sniffed. Sure, he was right that it totally would end horribly, but that was half the fun, right? Yeah. It was kind of the reason bull riding was a thing- everyone KNEW it'd probably not go well and yet they DID it. Then sometime down the line, they ended up paralyzed.

"Uh-huh. Don't hold your breath, kitty. You may catch me slightly off guard, but not completely," She snorted, shaking her head. Yeah, ain't gonna happen. He could sit and wait for the perfect moment until he turned to dust for all Norrie cared.

"Have you ever even had alcohol?" She asked skeptically. Probably not the part he'd expected her to ponder over, but whatever. Besides, Norrie didn't know how he WOULD. Either some negligent bastard drunk on the job or he made wine in the toilet like your average prison inmate. Even still, wine wasn't beer.

"Yeah, your fault. If I ask you to run background checks on people I expect you to be thorough," Norrie retorted. Yeah, because she'd totally asked him to do that. But still, for future reference, she wanted ALL the juicy details, nothing left out. "Oh yeah, I'm a special case." Special, sure, but not in the same way Jackson was 'special'.

(Google says the same heh. I have great ideas! like this)

"Barely," Norrie grumbled, rolling her eyes. She punched his arm for that one, and not too gently, either. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll suffer through your smugness just to enjoy the humor of idiotic musings," She said. No deal, pal.

"Do you know how many times I've said I wanted to do that? Nobody'd be surprised! They'd just think you've got the Tisms and don't understand my sarcasm," She retorted. Nobody'd be too disappointed, aside from the cleanup and whatever paperwork that ensued. Boo hoo.

"Because I don't speak German, and I refuse to rely on google fucking translate," Norrie said, as though this were the most obvious thing in the world. She COULD drag a regular-ass translator dude instead, but that'd lose the 10-in-1 features Axl had. "Like I said kitty, for navigation purposes." Where else would he be- that WASN'T behind bars, bound and gagged, most likely? Well, no guarantees that wouldn't happen overseas, but whatever. Then it was just an occupational hazard.

Norrie flagged down a flight attendant and asked if they had anything to keep Jackson entertained, as he grew bored of movies very quickly, and, much to Jackson's delight, they rustled up a coloring book and a box of crayons for him. He seemed almost sad they weren't of the edible kind, but it'd at least shut him up for a while. Now, imagine, if you will, a 5'11 grown man grinning like an idiot over a coloring book and some old broken crayons. That'd be Jackson.

"Still inspiration." Axl defended with a huff. "Edible crayons... that sounds like it has a lot of bad stuff in it for you." Edible did not mean good. Look at Mt. Dew. That stuff was frigging MADE to kill people. It was the causer of diabetes. Yet people still ate it. Honestly, the crayon companies probably just slapped an edible label on without changing anything because the only people who wanted to eat crayons were dumb enough to eat them in the first place.

"I know you will, but I don't believe you can." He snorted, a slight mocking tone in his voice. It wasn't like they shouuuuld get into a fight in the middle of the plane over a sock, but when had they ever listened to that?

"Have some patience, princess." He responded with a smirk. All good things would come.

"I am massively insulted. Quick question though. Of what method does it have to enter the body? I've had much more alcohol than most people my age if that method can include through wounds. However, I found other ways to consume it the correct method." He scoffed. He had his ways. Mostly bribing a terrified guard that was always assigned to watch him, for some reason. Since alcohol couldn't be really used to escape, he had gotten it.

"You didn't ask me to run a background check on you." He shrugged. He had ran more extensive background checks on Jackson and the chief after he knew who everyone was, but he hadn't looked much into her. She either posed the least threat to him or the most threat, and even if that was the latter, knowing every detail about her wouldn't help him slit her throat silently.

"You ARE a speeeecial case. The bad kind of special." He rolled his eyes. Not the dumb way, like Jackson, or the good way, like a flipping kindergarten child that won the spelling bee. No, she was just unique.

His smug-ass grin only widened at her punch. "Oooo she's irritated! That didn't take long. I wonder if there's a whole nest of mushy touchy-feely feelings to go along with it, just waiting to be let out." He teased. "You should try getting laid sometime, I bet that would help." Axl smirked.

"You're only encouraging me." He sighed. One misstep and Jackson was out the door. Down the drain. Out the WINDOWWWWW.

"If you put a bag over my head I will NOT translate their angry screaming words for you." He scowled with a cocky twinkle in his eye. The ONLY reason he would if she DIDN'T was because he TOTALLY believed that was the only reason he was here. Meaning if he didn't do that, he'd be sent back to a boring cell. "Aight, doll. I can navigate." He shrugged. Assssssss long as things continued like this, he was good to contribute. A little. Then he could proooobably sneak away somewhere in Germany, then he'd be gone to the wind and wouldn't have to worry about paper bags or being called 'kitty'.

Axl tried not to gag at the look on Jackson's face- how could anyone be THAT... him. Ew. He settled for wrinkling his nose in disgust and closing his eyes again, hoping to clear the image from his mind. He didn't take well to weak men. They were supposed to be the leaders and protectors, for God's sake. He didnt really LIKE weak woman either... grow up, you're your own person, do something about it, but whatever. His opinions didn't matter. Yawning, his fangs feeling unnaturally sharp at the moment, he leaned his head back again and rested. He stayed like this for almost 8 hours, not asleep yet not moving, aware of his surroundings without opening his eyes once, before he lifted his head a while later. Scanning the plane quickly, he watched the movement of other people for the rest of the trip.